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And another one bites the dust
Oh, why can I not conquer love?
And I might have thought that we were one
Wanted to fight this war without weapons

And I wanted it, and I wanted it bad
But there were so many red flags
Now another one bites the dust
Yeah, let's be clear I'll trust no one

You did not break me
I'm still fighting for peace

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard
I may snap and I move fast
But you won't see me fall apart
'Cause I've got an elastic heart

I've got an elastic heart
Yeah, I've got an elastic heart

And I will stay up through the night
Let's be clear, won't close my eyes
And I know that I can survive
I'll walk through fire to save my life

And I want it, I want my life so bad
I'm doing everything I can
Then another one bites the dust
It's hard to lose a chosen one

You did not break me
I'm still fighting for peace

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard
I may snap and I move fast
But you won't see me fall apart
'Cause I've got an elastic heart

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard
I may snap and I move fast
But you won't see me fall apart
'Cause I've got an elastic heart

I've got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I'm like a rubber band until you pull too hard
And I may snap and I move fast
But you won't see me fall apart
'Cause I've got an elastic heart

I've got an elastic heart

Summary: This Song is about victims of rape and how they are fighting for peace and justice and that they aren't going to silenced or hurt and just keep quiet.

Analysis: Reading and listening to the lyrics I found many lenses that have popped up
Symbolism: Sia says "Elastic heart" the most during the song and really what that means is that her heart is very tough, elastic is made out of rubber which is very strong and stiff, so that symbolizes that her heart is still strong and going even after what happened.
Social Commentary: This whole song really tells us about the voices of abuse/sexual abuse victims because in the song she says "I'm still fighting for peace," that tells us that victims are fighting for justice.
Power, Privilege, and Equity: The song shows Power and Privilege because in the song Sia writes the song in the victims view and the victim has power because they were the ones raped, they have power because they were the hurt.

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My name is Sasha
My Sister is Leigh
I am six
And she is three

Our dads always mad
He screams and he yells
I don't think he likes us
It's easy to tell

Mums only kind
When dad's not around
And when he is home
She hardly makes a sound

Mums always out,
Never home
Dads always drunk,
And always alone

As soon as we hear
Those jingly keys
We run and hide
We run and plea

We find a place
And curl up tight
I hold her hand
And she holds mine

And soon enough
Dad than walks in
Don't make a sound, don't say a word
I pray inside, deep within

But Leight, she cannot help herself for the pain is just too much
"O-God" she yells
"Why are you so mean?"

He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more
And with one last hit
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches

She takes one last Gasp of air
Our hands still holding
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle

I stare at him
My eyes so blue
He looks at me
And yells "O you!"

"How dare you
Make me so mad
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"

My name is Sasha
My sister is Leigh
I am six
And my beautiful sister was only three

That day my Daddy
Murdered her
My best friend
She was my world

We stuck together
Through thick and thin
But now she's gone
I'm lost within

When I was six my sister three
My Daddy murdered Leigh

Summary: Kyra Lee had a sister named Leigh and in this poem she tells us about her sister and her dad, Kyra Lee  tells us about her sister Leigh and what had happened to her due to her father who abused them.

Analysis: Kyra Lee represents these lenses.
Personification: In this poem she tells us about the fear her mom and her sister had to live in when her dad came back home, she shows fear about the movements she makes as her dad enters the room.
Power, Privilege, and Equity: The power first shifts at Leigh because she stood up for whats right and said what she wanted to say but then the Power shifts towards the dad who is the abuser because since they are little kids he possess the most power.
Social Commentary: This poem tells us to fight for whats right before it's to late because in the story Leigh said the words she wanted to say and that also compares to Abuse victims because they have a voice and they speak for themselves for justice.

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Short Story "To Hell and Back" By Survivor 

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Short Story "To Hell and Back" By Survivor 

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My very first memories are like a stack of Polaroid pictures. The colors are hazy; none of the scenes are in themselves, a full memory. I remember speaking to my mother as a young adult, describing a chair by the door, a Christmas tree, the brick fireplace, a phone being slammed down, police coming to take my father away. Although surprised by my memories of that event, she colored in the lines, telling me that her husband, my father, broke her nose and she ran away with us and never looked back. We spent that Christmas in a home for battered women. I was three years old.

My childhood story is, unfortunately, not unusual. In fact there are many battered men, women and children in the world who suffer in silence every day. But those victims of domestic violence are ones that the general public understands. If I were to share the horrific stories of my grandmother being beat up by my alcoholic grandfather, the story of my mother's nose broken by her angry husband or even the sexual abuse of a childhood friend, most would agree that they too have experienced something similar or have stories of their own friends and family members who have suffered the same. However, I am here to talk about being a victim of another kind of domestic violence -- the kind that has no face. I realize now that I have the perfect personality fit for sociopathic behavior as well as perpetrators. My eagerness to please, kind smile and trusting attitude help me make a lot of friends but also lead predators to my door. I was raised in a good Christian home with a loving stepfather who had a kind smile. I was the second oldest of eight children and a natural worker, so I was immediately entrusted with my younger siblings and responsibilities in the home. Because I found joy in serving others, I really didn't miss out on the social activities and events that most normal teenagers had. Since we were poor, we also didn't have much money for those things so I found solace in my church youth group and artistic endeavors. As a Midwestern believer, I was taught that my body belonged to Christ, and that I was to only give it to a man in marriage -- dating and such was a sin. In some ways, this sheltered life protected me from many of those earlier bad choices that one makes; however, I was definitely not prepared for the real world when I moved out on my own at 18.

I moved in with my grandparents several states away, to Seattle, in the summer of 1998. I had one friend who lived two doors down who I had spent summers with since I was a kid, swimming in her family pool. That summer, I remember looking up from the grass and her father was staring at me. I felt a bit self-conscious but I was always a chubby girl and not entirely comfortable being looked at in my bathing suit. I came by one day and found him in the garage. I asked when my friend would be home and he asked if I wanted to go for a ride in his new Mustang. I knew that he wouldn't even let his daughter drive it so I eagerly accepted and jumped in the passenger seat. As we drove around he asked me if he could ask me a question. Being the polite child that I was, I answered, of course. He asked me if I would have an affair with him. I panicked; I could feel bile rising in my throat. I couldn't breathe and I was trapped in this car. He stopped at this lake and tried holding my hand as we walked. I started skipping and acting like a child so that he promptly dropped my hand. As we returned to his house he asked if I was offended. I tried to convince him to try counseling or something with his wife and when we got to his house, his wife and daughter asked us how the ride was. That was the first time I realized that I had to live in a silent lie. I went home and sat in the bath crying, scrubbing my hand and body clean as if I had been raped by this 50-year-old man with alcohol on his breath. He did not punch me or rape me or even touch me other than holding my hand, yet to this day I cannot pass by that house without wanting to puke my guts out. I am the face of sexual violence.

Eventually, I chose a lifestyle path separate from the church. My nurturing heart fell in love with for a sexually abused man who cried in my arms and struggled with anger and seemed to soften to my touch. As I discovered my own sexuality with him I was also introduced to what the words, "I am just having a couple of beers to relax" meant.

He convinced me that he was not an alcoholic and that he was a changed man. It wasn't until I lost a close friend over the relationship that I was able to see what it was doing to me. I no longer lived the life I wanted to. I was coerced into breaking many boundaries that I would not normally have done. This is the face of emotional abuse.

I was drugged and raped by two men who took me from a club on my 29th birthday; I was still technically a virgin and was left behind by a "friend" who couldn't afford to pay the entrance fee. When I woke up the next morning I was in a rage and screamed that I was a virgin! As they ran out the door they yelled back, you aren't anymore! I didn't report it to the police because of my own feelings of shame and self-loathing. I chose to go to the club unsupervised, I chose to put my drink down, I chose to dress provocatively. This is the face of sexual abuse.

My next few "boyfriends" gave equal trade, love and companionship for sex. I didn't seem to take note of my boundaries being pushed so far; I didn't even recognize them anymore. One day a boyfriend choked me while pleasuring himself; his hand crept around my neck and his look was violent towards me. He loved making me answer the questions, "Who does this belong to?" "This belongs to me, right?" When I tried to break that relationship off he wouldn't stop calling me, showing up at my door with flowers and treats, texting me all hours of the night, trying to win be back and abuse me again. This is the face of domestic violence.

My last relationship started out very different. The "cool guy" acted like he really didn't care whether I called him. Then he jumped full in, telling me that he risked getting fired to spend New Year's Eve with me. He showed up in a tuxedo and swept me off my feet. His stories about being in the military and a sniper even didn't bother me too much at first. He knew my stance against weapons but he had a strong voice for gun education and I accepted his stories as truth. Within a month he was declaring love to me, telling my friends he wanted to marry me and asking permission for my hand from my family. He would say things "in confidence" about his work that he was under cover, that he did government contract work and such things that made me question his words every day.

When I ran a background check on him to stand up for what I believed were lies, nothing came up and he presented documentation for a few of the things that I had questioned. Manipulating my embarrassment, he made me feel shame for not trusting him and I rarely questioned his past again. I remember the time he told me that he killed over 35 people in war, and got teary-eyed talking about one of them being a child soldier. I cried over these lost souls and my tears fell on his face and I felt we had truly bonded in that moment. I again took on the role of savior and felt that he had entrusted me with his wounded heart. Within a few months more and more lies came out and it was hard to trace any truths to the words that he was saying. As he appeared more and more delusional, I requested some space, for him to move out. That night when I didn't come home for fear of retaliation he destroyed our home with his bare hands and smeared his own blood all over the place. He texted me his bloody hand saying, "Look, I bled for you." This is the face of emotional and manipulating abuse.

Recently, two friends, Lindy West and Ijeoma Oluo, started the Twitter campaign, I Believe You | It's Not Your Fault. As I read some of the stories of other women and their accounts with physical, sexual and emotional abuse, I began to feel really angry. In my own life, the only person who had seen justice for domestic violence was my ex-fiancé and that took 10 months of legal battles and the support of the prosecuting attorney's office. If I hadn't had their support and a court advocate, perhaps I wouldn't have gone all the way through to seeing justice. I am sure there are many more victims who just have to give up because they feel it is not worth the trouble. But most importantly, are you one of those who don't see the domestic violence that you are in right now?

I have found my voice after five long years. It is still too quiet at times and I make mistakes that do not always help us survivors claim back the rights to our bodies. But I keep trying. I keep my head held high. When someone pushes beyond my boundaries, I push back. It is time that we all join together and push back. You are not a victim; you are a survivor who has a story to tell. So tell your story, and tell it loud! Practice saying No loud and strong and teach our young ones to do the same. We are just one person amid a world of influence but our voice counts. And in the words of my friend, Lindy West, I Believe You- It's Not Your Fault.

(source) - City of Seattle 1995 to 2019

Summary: This short story is about the assault,rape, and sexual abuse that Ricci had to go through her whole life as a child and an adult. Ricci takes us through her life and tells us the stories where her trauma had begun and how much assault she had to go through. Ricci really shows us how it's like to be in the shoes of a rape/sexual abuse victims shoes.

Analysis: From Ricci's stories she told us I found that
Social Commentary: She really tells us how it feels and what Rape/Sexual abuse victims have to got through and how it feels to be in their shoes while being silenced from speaking out and defending yourself.
Juxtaposition: Ricci was being manipulated by her boyfriend by him lying even though Ricci knew what he was doing but Ricci ignored that he had been lying which she kept to the side not knowing that he isn't a good guy.
Representation: Ricci shows representation by the stories she had told, in all of those stories she represents how it is to be a victim and how it is to face the worst.

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Song - "Til it happens to you" By Lady Gaga 

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Song - "Til it happens to you" By Lady Gaga 

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You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time
You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together
You'll be fine
Tell me what the hell do you know
What do you know
Tell me how the hell could you know
How could you know

'Til it happens to you, you don't know
How it feels
How it feels
'Til it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real
No it won't be real
Won't know how it feels

You tell me hold your head up
Hold your head up and be strong
'Cause when you fall, you gotta get up
You gotta get up and move on

Tell me, how the hell could you talk
How could you talk?
'Cause until you walk where I walk
It's just all talk

'Til it happens to you, you don't know
How it feels
How it feels
'Til it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real (how could you know?)
No it won't be real (how could you know?)
Won't know how I feel

'Til your world burns and crashes
'Til you're at the end, the end of your rope
'Til you're standing in my shoes, I don't wanna hear nothing from you
From you, from you, 'cause you don't know

'Til it happens to you, you don't know
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
'Til it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real (how could you know?)
No it won't be real (how could you know?)
Won't know how it feels

Summary: This song that Lady Gaga composed is about the victims of abuse/sexual abuse and she shows that by saying that people who haven't seen it don't know how it feels, she really tells us that people don't get how deeply this can impact victims.
Analysis: The lenses I have found in this Song are
Social Commentary: She really speaks on how people think that abuse/sexual abuse is a small thing when it actually impacts the victim the most, she really gives the voiceless a voice.
Juxtaposition: The beginning of the song it talks about how people who haven't faced it think it's a small issue and that you'll get over it but the victim deeply inside is hurt.
Representation: This song represents how people feel when they are silenced and how they feel when people don't understand the pain they are going through.

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This anthology is about the voices of abuse/sexual abuse victims, victims that have been through this or are still going through this. This anthology is to bring out the voices are victims and make them feel like they are listened to and that they have people out there hearing them out. Abuse/sexual abuse victims don't get attention that much and they just push it to a side while the victim is traumatized, and hurt but victims of this issue are silenced due to their fear of their abuser.

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Book Novel: "Speak" By Laurie Halse Anderson

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Book Novel: "Speak" By Laurie Halse Anderson

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Summary: "Speak" By Laurie Halse Anderson is about a girl named Melinda who has been raped at a party and had called the cops at the scene. Melinda struggles to gain her power back and to overcome her trauma from what had happened to her at the party when "It" raped her. Later on Melinda finally finds her voice and speaks up.

Analysis: From the work that Laurie Halse Anderson who is the author of the book "Speak" I found a couple of lenses.
Social Commentary: Through out the whole book Laurie Halse Anderson adds a voice and that voice is the person who has been raped, Melinda is giving the voiceless a voice by telling us her story and speaking.
Juxtaposition: During the party Melinda gets raped and she calls the cops to actually report a case but her friend Rachel who used to be her friend thinks Melinda called the cops just to stop the party but really Melinda called the cops so she can report what happened to her at the party.
Symbolism: Later in the story Melinda makes a tree for her art project but really that tree actually represents her opening up and speaking up and that causes her tree to grow.

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Summary: In this picture it shows a girl sitting on the floor having tape on her mouth, showing a hand gesture.

Analysis: The lenses I have found looking at this picture
Symbolism: The tape represents is on her mouth and the tape symbolizes how she is being kept silent and her mouth is shut. That tells us how victims feel when they are being silenced.
Social Commentary: This picture speaks out on all of the victims and this picture replicates how they feel.
Personification: If you look at the image you can the girls eyes and they look hurt and you can see a tear drop, that is how victims feel.

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Poem - "Strong Woman" By Laura F. Hannah

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Poem - "Strong Woman" By Laura F. Hannah

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Being the strong woman is being able to stand up
what you know is right
not being the constant  victim of abuse;
walking away from nasty threats,
being able to wear what you want without feeling victimised
in any way I did occasionally loved to wear dresses
but I didn't want the invitation  or excuse for random men
to use this against me so I wore male clothing in town to blend in.
To be able to remove people that cause nothing but stress;
saying NO if you don't want to be approached in any way inappropriate; which some cases I never wanted in the first place:
not being able to be communicate or in some cases just being scared to fight as you don't want to go through all the trouble of being in court.  Being autistic I have always found it all too confusing
I don't get all these hidden social cues;
when I say lets go for a coffee and a chat
I mean just a coffee and chat as a friend
its not in any way a hidden meaning for you to initiate ***.

Finally as a 31 year old autistic woman I am starting finding my feet:
saying goodbye to all the nasty men in my life who
used and took advantage of me,
its sometimes for the best walk away from the abuse
just to move forward
be the strong woman you know who you are
the main thing is never to blame yourself
never get resentful or upset
life is about learning from your mistakes
and never do them again.

Summary: This Poem really tells us what you have to go through as a female and how hard it can be and how careful you have to be going outside, this poem speaks about abuse and how to be strong.

Analysis: Some lenses I found reading this poem is
Power, Privilege, and Equity: The author possess the most power by how she overcame this fear and weakness she had as a victim of abuse and she really gives victims power by telling them her own story and how she became a stronger woman.
Representation: She really represents how it feels to be a female at the same time by saying the dress she had to where if she was invited at a party.

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Summary: The photo shows a girl who is being silenced by a shadow

Analysis: This cartoon picture may look small but it actually has a very big meaning.
Social Commentary: This picture says it all about how it feels to be a victim, the girl in the photo is the victim and the shadow is the perpetrator and the perpetrator is hidden in the shadows and is silencing the victim. This image really gives a voice to victims.
Personification: In the cartoon picture the victim who is being silenced has a sweaty face and that shows us that the victim is nervous and scared because the victim doesn't know what the perpetrator will do next if the victim breaks her silence. This shows the emotions victims have to face.
Power, Privilege, and Equity - In The photo the perpetrator who is the shadow gives off power because since they are hidden they don't get caught which can gave them power and control over the victim.